life is pretty boring now. its slacking in bunk since i am not selected to go for the never-ending rehearsals for the chief of defence change of command parade. i managed to finish viewing the whole of goong. something i would never do that but its too boring already haha.finish reading paul coelho's eleven minutes. a resounding and thought provoking book but kind of hard to understand. same goes to his other books like the zahir and the alchemist..

everytime i took a double decker bus and pass by the long stretch of road from katong to tanah merah. i like to graze at the many private housing estates along the road. it seems so quiet and in a stage of tranquility. i wish i could stay in such houses. nice view and cosy. but on the other hand. i guess the grass is always greener over the other side. passed by the bus stop in front of temasek secondary school. it was the bus stop that we stopped when we first took bus home together. funny how things turn out that way. how we grew up. how much we have gone through. how much we learn from our own life experiences to help us become who we are now. i looked at her. not the same young girl she was then. now pretty and much more matured self. everyone grows older and wiser.growing older may be a gd sign but we lose our innocence and the mischief characters within us. and the feeling always good when you find your mischievous part coming out of you every once in a while. just like how mine came out yesterday :) i suddenly miss the secondary school days... i will always miss the long stretch from your house to the mrt station. the path that creatde so many memories. so many memories that is life guaranteed. so many traces of my secondary school and jc days foot prints...

after so long. i find some events still struck a deep chord in my heart whenever my mind accidentally drifted away to the particular scene of that thing. some things no matter how you try to run and play hide and seek. will always follow you where ever you go. to remind you once in a while. to bring you back to reality that life aint a bed of fucking roses.

samuel
150487
dunman high tjc
a little pessimistic
bored bout life


to be able to backpack
listening to music
having fun under the sun
cycling
playin piano n vln
toying with my thoughts
thinkin bout u


In the confusion, and the aftermath
You are my signal fire
The only resolution and the only joy
Is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes







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